whale sighting this morning. one tail spotted diving back down into this vast blue steel sea. a spray soon follows and it’s enough to convince me that yes, there are whales in this ocean all around. what about twenty years from now when i haven’t been back at sea and all i have are the
Categoryfaith
a collection of paths
a vision. god gives us a vision of dry ground becoming a pool of water. then we try to make it so. but it’s not so simple, it is not so straightforward. i have to become the vision before the vision is a real for me or for anyone else. how are you? how is the
whether or not you have ever dared to pray
maybe the light at the end of the tunnel is really a lamp lit in the window. seems the largest part of my life is a grasping, a strangling, trying to make a good thing and hold on to it as tight as i can. it turns into a mist, sand, a memory and i
stout-hearted
i’m going through the motions. laundry. dishes. downstairs in the basement i hear change in my son’s jeans as i go to put them in the washing machine. i dig around in the pocket and bring out three coins. they feel like quarters in my hand, but when i look at them, i see three
dwelling places
“do not let your hearts be troubled. believe in god, believe also in me.” a few weeks back i took a risk. i have a precious friend. maybe you have one. i say precious because you feel the luck when you’re with them. they are a kind of marvel across the table from you and
harry potter and true stories
we walked in a world created in one woman’s imagination. it was a real place. we heard languages from around the world spoken around, all of us lost in a shared reality that has come to mean so much to so many. we’d seen this place in our mind’s eye and now we were here.
what you’ll find there
have you ever felt too dependent on someone? that sort of if i’m not near this person, i’m not quite sure the world will continue on as it should? yeah, me neither. when that person breaks your heart, you could have a real chance. a chance to find out what your definition of love is
when the gospel goes missing
in a drawer, tucked away like a shirt, is the gospel. black and white beads on a thin string. my daughter made it in a sunday school class. its simplicity stole my heart. i put it away. reaching for a swimming suit i would see it sometimes. i liked to. it reminded me of seeds
under construction
i’m five days into a kitchen remodel and the flowers are dying outside. the air is cold and i don’t have a stove, but still the light is coming through the windows. a friend drove all the way from england yesterday and i feel like i’m learning how to talk again. i’m learning how to express